Greetings and salutations dear readers. The story you are about to read is a narration of one of my most cherished memories. The incident happened when I and my wife took a vacation to Las Vegas. Now I know what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but this experience was something worth sharing. Well before I get too ahead of myself, allow me to introduce myse...
[Set up in an Indian background this is a work of pure fiction. So the circumstances, background and characters would be in wide variance with those not living in South Asia. There is no resemblance to living characters but just an effort in writing something that may seem far-fetched but not absolutely impossible. Just a fantasy? Yes, could be. Lack of imag...
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. It deals with Steve and his wife Roni (short for Veronica) and all characters are fictitious, having no relation to any real person. * I had been married for three years when the events I am about to relate started to unfold. I should tell you about myself – stuff I had never revealed before included. Twenty e...
Strange things go bump in the night. Tonight it was led by Daisy Lighthouse. With no need for slumber she chose the peace and quiet to meditate in her bedroom. Sitting Indian style and closing her eyelids she withdrew into her computerized brain. Although her thought patterns and persona belonged to Delores Moran she inhabited this brave new world she was f...
Author's Note: First of all, to all the readers who waited long and faithfully for this chapter, my sincere apologies and thanks. Your faith in me and the feedback you provided have brought this chapter to you, and I assure you there will be more to follow. To make up for the delay, this chapter is marginally longer than the previous ones, so hope you enjoy...
Chapter 1: Fuse Is Lit For A Strange Transformation "Bommi is holding the handsome fellow's hands." The woman who spoke was a surprise. The old fashioned way she wore her sari, the glitter of her nose rings, the kumkum dot on her forehead, and more kumkum in the middle at the hairline proclaimed that she was an orthodox Hindu. The surprise was the half fill...
While the characters in this and in my previous stories are based loosely on my wife and me, this is entirely a work of fiction. If you do not like to read fantasies about cuckolds or sex-starved wives, then please move on and read another type of story. Constructive criticism about my writing style or about the story is welcome. Other comments are not. --...
This story is fantasy, not intended to offend at all, no hidden negative messages to any group of people: it's just a fetish. Saying that, I'd greatly appreciate feedback, suggestions, comments, prefer private messages as I like to directly communicate with people. Everyone involved in the story is of the legal age, 18 years old or older. *** My name is Tr...
*** Conclusion to the story, thanks for all the feedback *** *Cuckold and humiliation story leave if this is not your thing* *this is just a fetish, not meant to offend any group of people* *previous chapters in profile* ***** I was feeling good. Having sex with the gorgeous Indian wife from work Sona was doing wonders for me. I had never felt more ali...
Chapter 10: Her Transformation Monee wakes up to the morning sunlight that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying next to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the dread contract I have on my desk. She bit her lips, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her, “stay,...